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Hey Kate, here's a Just Because Askâ˘, for whenever or ifever you have a minute to answer!
You've shared so many delicious snippets of Angsty Heist WIPâ˘, but I'm dying to know more! The names of the characters, their backstories, even just what they're heisting and/or angsting about! (I know I'm being demanding and you'll get to it when you get to it. Please feel free to just tell me to fuck off đ). But I am interested in anything you care to share! đŠˇ
In that case, here's a Just Because Revealâ˘
The names of the characters? Their backstories? Click here. đ
But new friends (well, not all friends đŹ) include Jean Regent, Andreas Munk, Hugo Sloane, and Izzie Leclair.
What are we heisting for? As it stands right now, a lousy piece of paper. (this is an element of the story I have limited confidence in. subject to change.)
What are we angsting about? Why, everything, of course. but a few notable reasons: loneliness, guilt, relationship insecurity, past trauma, and worry for a loved one. :) oh, and A BIG SECRET.
I'll also add the nano version of that banner that I made to (try to) misdirect everyone. Enjoy all the stock photos, feel free to speculate on what they all mean.
#lps the court of rogues#I would never tell you to fuck off!#what did we say about consistent branding that one time?#wip: angsty heist project#whump#whump story#whump writing#lady whump#guy whump#everyone whump#original writing#original story#new whump story#this is a reveal#lps-update
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Everything hurts
Iâm going insane
Go read
#my posts#fic recs#the flash#barry allen#cisco ramon#caitlin snow#whump#everyone whump#the flash fanfiction#why hedgi. why.
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I'm a big fan of hurt/comfort tropes where the hurt is ongoing and escalating. Characters trying to cope with their situation and insisting that it's fine, they're fine, even as things get worse and worse and worse - especially if no one around them knows what they're going through.
Characters hiding their illness, even as they grow sicker and sicker. Characters trying to cope as their homelife becomes increasingly abusive or neglectful. Characters ignoring their injuries, only for them to become infected. Characters being stalked/ tormented by a villain and pretending that everything is fine, even as the villain continues escalating. Characters left homeless as winter approaches and their money dwindles.
I could go on. There's something very satisfying about seeing a character frantically trying to pretend like everything is okay until eventually they can't hide it anymore and get caught (and helped) by the people around them.
#and seeing characters attempting to self-soothe and all their maladaptive ways of coping on their own#that's the good shit#tropes#whump#hurt/comfort#or even if other characters are somewhat aware- but our main character has been massively underplaying the situation#and convincing everyone it's not as bad as it seems (even though it's actually Much Much Worse)#my posts
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me when the character canonically gets little to no rest
#id in alt text#i have gotten interested in characters just bc their source material shows them being very sleep deprived.#or just. really really tired after an ordeal. my brain takes that one moment and runs wild#whump#kinda#exhaustion#eta shoutout to everyone tagging this with their blorbos and/or funny comments#you're bringing me so much joy <3 and new characters to look at đ
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a disorientated whumpee at a party with whumper's hand uncomfortably wrapped around their collarbone. There's a spiraling fear that they can't quite name-- they're losing themself in this nightmare of insinuating whispers.
The music is pounding and Whumpee can feel it in their teeth.
Whumper pulls them into a dark corner to push a drink up to their lips. "Your friends are coming," Whumper's voice is low, it's calm, it's measured, and Whumpee's skin crawls. "You're going to tell them you want to stay with me."
"No--"
"Or one of them will take your place."
#possessive whumper who doesnt need to chain whumpee up for everyone to know whumpee belongs to them#possesive whumper#cw forced intoxication#cw manhandling#cw possessiveness#cw toxic whumper#cw intimate whumper#whump#whump writing#whumpblr#whump prompt#whump community#whump ideas#whump prompts#failed rescue attempt#i like the idea of whumpee actually refusing to escape#for the sake of their friends
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Merwaine Fest day one: "iâm sorry i fell in love with you." + angst
HAPPY MERWAINEFEST TO ALL WHO CELEBRATE!
#merwainefest2024#merwaine#bbc merlin#gwaine#sir gwaine#merlin#mergwaine#whump#merlin whump#gwaine whump#merlin: everyone i love dies horribly#Gwaine: oooo u liiike meeee#my art
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The funniest thing about the fanon whump fics where Tim is getting locked alone in his house with no food by his parents or something is that a lot of the times they have Jason, a character who actually did experience neglect and starvation as a child be like âwow Timmy your childhood is so sad :(â absvwjsbsa
#Tim is the only bat kid who had a normal childhood he made it to 13 before fucked up shit started happening. Not too bad considering#everyone else is like: parents died/ addict parent/ abusive parent /child soldier/ homeless/ in the foster system#I think there is something to be said about how the rich kidâs childhood gets whumped the most while the kid who grew up poor gets aged up#so he can baby him but I am not going to get into it right now. one simply has to laugh#dc
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#anguishmacgyvergif#macgyver#macgyver 2016#gif compilation#angus macgyver#lucas till#whump#whumpedit#whumpgif#various whump gifs#hi everyone those are all reposts#i hope you dont mind <33
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if you think binghe is bad now i want you to take a moment and imagine how bad binghe would be if sy transmigrated right before binghe joined the peak. take a moment with me to imagine how terrible binghe would be in a world where he is coddled and enabled every second of every day by his shizun up until the exact second he is shoved into the abyss. a binghe who was routinely abused and ostracized by his shizun for several years still manifested ways to trip into his boobs and massage his thighs. "am i pleasing to look at" . . . he would be unstoppable if he had only known an sqq who loves him with a sort of sickly fervor. if he had only known the sqq that physically cannot stop himself from petting binghe's head, scratching his chin, pinching his cheeks, wiping his tears away . . . just to throw him away in the end. hold my hand and frolic in these lucious fields with me
#every once in a while i should take care to remind everyone my main interest is whump i'm just too penispilled to spill my thoughts#still. think on it. my pearl of wisdom for the month#t#svsss
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dick grayson who can't stand being called "pretty boy"
dick grayson who was thrusted into gotham high society that is full of creeps and pedos at the age of 8 and was labelled a "pretty boy"
dick grayson who had his cheeks pinched by old ladies and told he'd be a real heartbreaker once he was old enough and how pretty he already was
dick grayson who had old men clapping his back and rubbing his shoulders and grinning at him how he had such a pretty face
dick grayson who couldn't be protected by bruce wayne because he grew up in this same horrid place and thought this was normal
dick grayson who had the gotham gazette counting down to his 18th birthday and the entire city was drooling for him to be legal
dick grayson whose picture was on every tabloid for weeks around his birthday month with labels of pretty boy of gotham turns 18
dick grayson who wants to called intelligent, athletic, brilliant, smart, but never "pretty"
dick grayson who would feel bile rise up his throat whenever someone comments on his beauty before his brain or strength
dick grayson who loves his titans because they praise him for being a good leader, a brilliant strategist and an amazing mentor
dick grayson who made sure that none of his siblings had to deal with what he did
dick grayson who made sure no one touched his siblings the way he was
dick grayson who can't stand being called pretty boy
Drabble Master List.
#sorry everyone#dick grayson#bruce wayne#dc#dark drabble#whump drabble#dc drabble#richard grayson#gotham elite#gotham elite is digusting#someone save dick grayson#baby dick grayson#he was JUST A CHILD#bruce was probs abused too#jail for gotham elite#nigthwing#robin!dick grayson#robin!dick
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Intro: The Queen of Lies
AU for The Prince of Thieves / WC: keeps changing, will let you know someday
Masterlist | Content Warnings | Mood Board | Vibey Song Lyrics | Ao3
I sold myself to a loveless thing / And I walk'd to the altar and there I lied
C.W.S., Harper's Weekly, 7 July 1866
At a Glance
Genres: romance, historical, whump
POV/tense: 3rd-person, past tense
Small main cast; single narrator two narrators lol
You can enjoy the story without reading TPOT - the side characters just won't feel nearly as fleshed out here (I think so, anyway.)
tbh it's a romance with added bonus of torture, captivity, dread, angst, intimidation, and fun whumpy happenings
Description
THE QUEEN OF LIES is a tale of quiet courage, inner strength, and forbidden loveâand the ways we can change our lives for the better if only we dare to take a leap of faith.
Four years ago, Breanna Cooper made a choice that altered the course of her life forever.
She stayed.
Instead of running away from a man she knew did not and could not love her, she remainedâand became Mrs. Breanna Hatchett. Now she exists quietly in a life half-lived, striving to be the perfect wife and always falling short.
One day, a chance encounter in Constable Baden Hatchettâs prison brings her face to face with a captured thief from the notorious thieving gang Iustitia aecum. Though she swears she will forget the boy to whose brutal punishment she bears witness, it soon becomes clear that forgetting him is something she simply cannot do.
On a whim, for the first time in years, Breanna takes a chance and seeks out the thiefâand yet again, her life is changed forever.
Vibes & Tropes
Forbidden love
Tragic backstory
âWho did this to you?â
Gazing through cell bars
"I'll fight for you"
âWhy are you helping me?â
Gloomy skies, autumn leaves, rain & thunder
Against all logic and reasonâŚ
"I will always find you"
Alternatively, if you are a music-minded person, I collected some song lyrics that make me think of this story.
Cast of Characters
Main & Major Characters
BREANNA HATCHETT: Our heroine. Four years ago, she married into an abusive relationship, and since then she has been going through her life like a ghost, doing as her husband says and trying to be the perfect wife. When fate sends her careening into the story of an imprisoned thief, her entire world is rocked to its core.
FOX/THE THIEF: Our hero. If youâre new here, enjoy spending 50% of the story not knowing his name. Sharp-tongued and defiant, impulsive and reckless, the thief is determined to take his secrets to his grave to protect his family, if thatâs what it takes. He is slowly losing hopeâŚthat is, until he is granted unexpected kindness by the least likely person imaginable. Suddenly, thereâs more hope and light in his life than he ever expected to see again.
CONSTABLE BADEN HATCHETT: Our bad guy. Breannaâs husband. Vindictive, controlling, and manipulative, he wields his power and influence inside and outside the prison where he works as a constable. Above all things, he despises disobedience and disorder the most. When Breanna begins to take her life into her own hands, he will stop at nothing to gain control over her once again. Whatever it takes.
JUNIOR CONSTABLE CURTIS LENTON: A constable who is not-so-secretly pining for Breanna. He is a friend to her in the only way he knows how, but this means he is sometimes overprotective of herâto a fault.
DR. ALLAN ARMSTRONG DALE: A newly employed doctor who has a habit of getting in over his head no matter what universe he's in.
SPIDER: An elusive woman who helps to run the thieving gang Iustitia aecum.
HARE: The fourth and final member of IAâs inner circle.
WOLF/THE THIEFâS BROTHER: A mysterious character whose identity the thief goes to great lengths to protect.
ALICE: Breannaâs friend who encourages her to take more risks in her life.
Other Characters
MRS. BRISTOW: A nurse working at the prison. Better at the job than the medic.
MRS. DENNISON: The Hatchetts' housekeeper.
MR. GYSBORNE: The prison medic.
JUNIOR CONSTABLE MICHAELSON: A vicious officer who works under Baden Hatchett. Notable for his leering gaze and sadistic tendencies.
MARGUERITE: Breannaâs other friend.
DR. RICHARDS: The other, not-so-nice doctor.
INSPECTOR BULWELL: The head of the prison where Baden works.
MISS DUGFORD: A cruel bully of a nurse
FAQ
What will I like about TQOL?
Well, if you liked the thiefâs snark in TPOT, then itâs, like, tripled, especially in the early chapters here. But this is a different storyâfar more romanticâand you might like getting to see a much softer side of him, too.
You might like Breannaâs character development from a very frightened and sheltered wife to a courageous young woman who is willing to take risks and face her fears.
If you like romantic tension, forced proximity, pining, and lots of caretaking/comfort, then I hope youâll like this story!
How do I know if this story is for me?
You can check out the Contents/Warnings here. There are spoilers in that post, so click at your own risk.
For TPOT readers:
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stop here if you don't want any vague spoilers for The Prince of Thieves!
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What are the biggest differences between TPOT and TQOL?
Shorter. Fewer but often longer chapters. 3rd-person past tense.
There's the whole name thing. The name "Cooper" only shows up 3 times in the whole thing. "Mrs. Hatchett," on the other hand...
In TPOT, we know the thiefâs name right away because he and two other inner circle members are POV characters. Breanna is the only POV character in TQOL........uh....listen. We just have to wait until she learns his name. For stylistic reasons.
Since Breanna didn't run away and never joined IA, all her serendipitous meetings with the thief in her past never happened. Her first encounter with him is in Chapter 1.
Obviously, since they're married, the relationship between Baden and Breannaâwhile strained and 100% toxic, problematic, and unhealthyâis not as antagonistic as it is in TPOT.
In the beginning, we get a little less existential dread because the thief isnât expecting execution but rather long-term imprisonment, labour, or exile to a penal colony (no actual plot reason for this, I just wanted to play with the stakes and see how it changed the dynamics. because I can). This means that Ezra Johnston (the captured runner from TPOT) was never hanged and so we catch up with the thief in a slightly better mental state than the same point in TPOT.
Wolf and Jr. Constable Michaelson have reduced roles (compared to TPOT), while Jr. Constable Lenton (who literally only appears in two TPOT chapters) has an elevated role and gets a first name.
The time period is slightly different (because of reasons), but I doubt this is actually noticeable in the writing, only in my brain. I had to do a decent amount of research for this one particular plot thread, so now I know what decade weâre in lol.
Whatâs the same between TPOT and TQOL?
Well, Hatchett is still an asshole, and actually, so is the thief (affectionate)...he's still a snarky, potty-mouthed rascal. The IA setup is pretty much the same, the tattoo hasnât changed, and the thiefâs determination to keep the inner circle safe and out of Hatchettâs clutches is as strong as ever. On the IA end, everything up to the flogging has played out pretty much the same (see above q for a few lil differences). It's Breanna's life that has been wildly different.
In terms of tropes/plotsâŚ.yes, I repeated a few. I donât want to say them here bc spoilers but if you really want to know, send me a DM and Iâll spill which TPOT parts get their own AU twist.
Thanks for reading! <3 Hope you like it!
If you've made it this far, here's your reward:
Image ID: a square image of the external wall of a brick building with barred windows. White text reads: âNo, not a hanging. Itâs not for ladies to see or think of. No need to trouble yourself with such things.â End ID.
#lps the queen of lies#wip: breanna hatchett au#wip intro#story intro#whump#whump story#whump writing#original writing#original story#original content#new story#new whump story#lady whump#guy whump#everyone whump#romance#angst#new original story#blood tw#tw blood
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big fan of android body horror actually. what color are their insides? how far can you twist their wires? maintenance has to look like something--turn their eyes different colors, weld new limbs where they can't be used, can you mold their shoulder blades into wings? their hands into claws? can you make them unrecognizable when once they were so perfectly human? cut them open, play your fill, leave them frayed out and sparking on the table......
#morri thoughts sorry everyone#morrigan white#android whumpee#whump#whump community#whumpblr#whump prompt#body horror#nonhuman whumpee
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âshe covered up murdersâ âshe threw mikeâs pills into the riverâ okay and? 𤨠god forbid women have hobbies. what happened to supporting womenâs rights and womenâs wrongs.
she has sad eyes, daddy issues, and a sweater. i rest my case.
#fnaf movie spoilers#fnaf movie#fnaf vanessa#vanessa shelly#vanessa afton#five nights at freddy's#fnaf#as a lesbian it is in my code to defend vanessa with my very last breath#god i am so unfreddyfazbearable rn#iâve become so obnoxiously obsessed with this woman#iâm waiting for everyone to have watched it so i can have my delicious delicious whump#fanfic authors get on it#i wanna read about my sopping wet cat getting hurt
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My piece for the ABCs of Whump zine @thewhumpyprintingpress My letter was T for Torture ! If you want to acquire this very whumpy zine, there are physical and digital copies still available. Make sure to visit The Whumpy Printing Press Tumblr for more informations
#whump art#whump#chained#whumpee/whumper#whumpblr#t is also for teeth and tools coincidentally#had a lot of fun with the lighting in this drawing#it was really cool to see everyone's progress on their piece#highly recommand to check the zine and all the artists!
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Trauma bond? No. Bro bond.
Was having Steve and Lucas bro bond thoughts that accidentally turned into Steve whump.
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Steve and Lucas bonding over sports more than anyone realized they ever would.
Like yeah, everyone knew Steve played basketball and was on the swim team in high school; that was practically his entire personality for a bit. But they never realized how much he actually /liked/ the sports.
Until he was geeking out with Lucas over a new play theyâd thought of.
It was odd for them all to see Steve so excited. They watched on from their seats on the front porch steps. Eddie and Jonathan each had a beer, the both of them sharing a blunt with Argyle. Nancy and Robin sat on the steps below them, watching on while Steve and Lucas payed them no mind from the driveway.
It was almost comicalâ how the moment Lucas showed up on his bike Steve was up in an instant. After confirming it was indeed not a code red, Steve was quick to join Lucas. Especially after being told it was basketball related.
Steve had kicked his own beer over in his haste to get up.
Now Steve and Lucas were in the driveway, the garage door down (to prevent damage to the cars) and the Harringtonâs basketball hoop out. Both were blissfully unaware of the eyes following them. Well, the eyes following /Steve/, it was more like.
Circling back the earlier thought; theyâd never seen him to engaging in something. So excited. SoâŚhappy.
Which was really sad to think about.
âIâve never seen him so excited over something,â Nancy said, speaking everyoneâs thoughts.
Well. Except Argyleâs, it seems. âNahďżź, man. He gets like this anytime he starts talking about sports. We were watching a soccer game on TV last night and he was likeâ totally freaking out! Waving his hands around and talking a mile a minute.â
He took a puff of the blunt and passed it to Eddie, unaware of how he just tilted everyoneâs worlds.
âWaitââ Eddie took a drag and his voice was strained while he kept in the smoke ââhe actually talks to you about that shit?â
Argyle hummed and looked at Eddie oddly. Eddie blew the smoke out and held Argyleâs eye.
âYeah dude. All the time. Might help that I played volleyball back in Cali butâ really, I just like hearing him talk. And I think he likes talking. He talks a lot.â
Argyle was getting extra talkative now, his sentences becoming shorter and more frequent. Thatâs how you knew he was high enough to not care.
âHeâs never really been that talkative,â mumbled Robin, a sudden kind of dread settling uncomfortably in her chest.
Argyle shrugged. âMaybe you donât talk about what he likes to talk about. He likes talking about sports. And romance books. He reads a lot of romance books.â
Well isnât that something, Eddie thought. Steve Harrington likes to read.
(It brought up a distant memory from high school, from Steveâs sophomore year and Eddieâs junior year. Back before âKing Steveâ meant âjackassâ.
âWell well, looky here, fellas! King Steve is gracing us peasants with his presence.â Eddie called mockingly to the young man sitting at the table in the library.
Steveâ only 15 at the time, not 16 for another couple of monthsâ looked up from his book with furrowed brows and a pout on his pretty pink lips. A pout that 21 year old Eddie would come to love.
Steve hadnât done to much in the interaction. He more or less sat in silence while Eddie went on and on about something he couldnât remember now.
When Steve had gotten up from the table, he doggy-eared his page (like a monster) and tucked the book under his arm. Eddie saw the title only briefly, âForever Amberâ.)
âDo we really never talk about his interests?â asked Jonathan to the sky, his head tilted up while he blew the smoke away.
They all startled when a series of shouts and laughs came from Lucas and Steve in the driveway. Eddie looked over in time to watch Steve pull Lucas in for a hug where they both patted each others backs aggressively. Eddieâs seen the guys do that at games. Some kind of weird bro-hug.
Eddie continued to watch when Steve bent down to pick up the rolling basketball. Eddieâs mind went other places quick enough when Steve pulled his shorts up a little higher. Robin smacked his calf.
âSeriously, you guys never talk to him about sports?â Argyle asked, flabbergasted. And I suppose he had every right to be. These were some of Steveâs closest friends. His boyfriend and his best friend! And they never got to listen to Steve rant about a particular basketball game from high school? About some specific swimming stroke and how it helped him win swim competitions?
They were seriously missing out.
Robin hung her head in shame and thought about it, her eyes misting over the more she realized thatâ yeah, she never talked to Steve about sports. Let alone his other interests. (Did he have other interests? That fact that she had to ask this question made her want to cry and hug Steve.)
Robin picked her head up and propped it in her hands. She looked on with everyone else as Steve and Lucas cheered about something or other.
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Steve tossed Lucas the ball in the driveway. He bent himself at the knees and placed his hands on his thighs, breathing heavily.
âAlright, Sinclair. Hit me.â he smirked.
He and Lucas had been tossing the ball back and forth for close to an hour now, both excited to get this play right. Lucas dribbled the ball three times on the ground quickly before he set into motion.
Steve cut him off to the left, but Lucas swerved to the right so fast he nearly toppled himself over. Steve turned and jumped in front of him just in time to body slam him slightly. Not nearly as rough as he couldâve been, holding back because they were outside on concrete and Steve wasnât going to be responsible for a concussion.
The ball rolled away into the grass, unnoticed while Steve gave Lucas a hand and pulled him up.
Lucas was taking heaving breaths, and for a scary moment Steve was worried heâd slammed him too hard and knocked his lungs around. Itâs possible. Thatâs why Steve himself had an inhaler in the drawer closest to his bed.
But then Lucas was laughing, and soon Steve was to.
âDude! Howâd you do that? Iâve never seen anyone move like that man!â Lucas praised over his heavy breathing. Steve chuckled and took his own deep breaths.
He clapped Lucas on the shoulder, grabbed the ball, and steered him towards the porch. âPlant your feet next time.â He felt a ping of anger and sadness at the words, but tramped it down.
It was only when heâd reached the porch with Lucas that Steve realized they were alone outside. Had everyone gone inside? Did sports seriously bore them so much that they just up and left? The thought made something bitter churn in Steveâs gut.
Whatever.
He led Lucas through the door and dropped the basketball on the porch by the door. It was muddy and his floors were going to remain white for as long as possible thank you very much.
They both left their shoes by the door and traveled to the kitchen, Lucas talking about how fast heâd ducked and wanting to know what Steve meant by planting his feet. Steve agreed to another playing session the next day with a grin. It was nice to have someone who enjoyed what he did.
He tossed Lucas a bottle of water from the fridge and made sure the kid drank it all. They sat with each other at the counter for a minute, Steve idly sipping his water and listening to Lucasâ still heavy breaths.
âDamn, I still canât catch my breath man.â Lucas laughed lightly.
Steve smiled and set his water down.
âWait here, donât do anything stupid.â
Lucas gave him a two finger salute as he walked off upstairs. Steve was sure to avoid the living room and was quick to grab the aforementioned inhaler from his drawer. He jogged back into the kitchen and sat next to Lucas one more.
âOk, so Iâm assuming you know what an inhaler is.â
Lucas nodded, staring at the inhaler in Steveâs hand oddly.
âI donât have asthma,â Lucas said matter-of-factly.
Steve chuckled. âAnd neither do I. But there are times where you get knocked around too much or too hard, and it can rattle your lungs. I found that out the hard way when I was 14 and had my first asthma attack. My lungs had rattled so much they got trapped between my ribs and my mom had to take me to the hospital.â
Lucas winced. âSeriously? How the hell did you manage that?â
My dad got a little too rough, Steve thought. But decided against saying that, obviously. He smiled and shook his head. âNot important.â
Steve uncapped the inhaler and gave it a good shake. âOk, Iâm assuming you know at least a little about using one of these but one things for sure, youâve gotta fix your posture.â
Lucas immediately straightened his back.
Steve went on explaining about how curling into yourself like that basically compressed your lungs and made breathing harder.
He held the inhaler to Lucasâ mouth and instructed him to breathe in and hold it for as long as he felt he could before releasing slowly.
Lucas did as instructed, and after no more than two puffs Steve instructed him to simply keep his back straight and take deep breaths through his nose and to release slowly through his mouth.
Lucas left on his bike a few minutes later with a few snacks and an extra bottle of water in his bag. Steve told him to talk to his parents about getting him a medical inhaler if he planned to stick out basketball for all of high school. Steve knew how aggressive those kids could be, and while it wasnât always necessary it was helpful.
When he closed the door behind Lucas he went straight to the living room.
Where apparently everyone had relocated.
âUh.. hey?â Steve waved pathetically. He had really no idea what to do with the 5 pairs of eyes on him.
âOk? Umâ seriously why are you all looking at me like that? Itâs fucking freaky.â Steve curled in on himself a little, folding his arms and hunching his shoulders.
Robin was the first to shoot out of her seat on the couch. Steve was given no warning before he was engulfed in a hug.
âOh? Okââ He wrapped his arms around her tightly. âWhat happened, Robs? You alright?â he asked from where his face was tucked into her neck.
She nodded, but it was obvious something was wrong.
When Robin let go she dragged Steve by the wrist to the couch and sat with him. He looked at everyone else settled in the living room and raised an eyebrow.
âThis isnât likeâ an intervention or something, right?â he tried to joke. Argyle seemed to find it funny at least. Steve smiled at him where he sat on the floor by the coffee table.
Then there was an arm wrapping around his waist from the side Robin wasnât pressed against and Steve wasted no time leaning his head on his boyfriendâs shoulder.
âWhatâs up with you guys, huh? Youâre quiet and itâs scary. I donât like it.â Steve muttered the last part under his breath and more to himself. But Eddie squeezed his hip reassuringly.
âNothingâs up, baby. How was everything with Lucas?â Eddie asked. Steve barely gave himself time to pause before he answered, âGood. Heâs been moving a lot faster lately.â
He bit his tongue against the slew of words he wanted to spill about everything theyâd done in that hour theyâd been outside. Instead he said,
âSorry. Totally ditched you guys for the ball.â He chuckled, trying to take the weight of the words off some. Eddie tutted.
âDonât apologize, Steve. You looked like you having fun.â Came Nancyâs unexpected reply. Steveâs head shot up to look at her before traveling back to Argyle, who gave him a vague âgo onâ gesture with his hand.
âUh..â He pulled his eyes back to Nancy. âYeah, had a lot of fun. Umâ you guys alright?â
Jonathan groaned and Steve watched Nancy hit him on the arm. They had a whole argument with their eyes before Nancy deflated. What the hell?
âSteve.â Jonathan started. Steve flinched slightly and didnât relax when Eddie squeezed his hip.
He braced himself for the laughs, the jeers. Them telling him they didnât care that he had fun and that they had to go.
âWeâre sorry.â
Steve blinked. Youâd think an apology that sounded so heartfelt would lower his inner walls a bit, but it only served to raise them higher. Because���
âWhat the fuck? Why?â
Jonathan rubbed the back of his head and let Nancy take the lead this time.
âFor brushing you off.â
Steve blinked, his inner walls no longer rising but not lowering either.
âFor not showing that we cared whenever you started talking about your sports and things.â Was Robinâs add-on from beside him.
Steve flinched and made to get up but remembered he was kind of held down by both Robin and Eddie.
âSo this is an intervention? Guys itâs fine, seriouslyââ
âNo. Itâs not. Stop talking for a second and let us be sorry, sweetheart.â Eddieâs grip tightened again and Steve tried to find comfort in it like he normally did, but he was so uncomfortable right now it was unbelievable.
He doesnât think heâs ever been apologized to. Not like this. Not with such sincerity.
It scared him, honestly.
âWeâre sorry we didnât bother trying to show interest in anything you did even though you always made sure to show interest in ours,â was how Eddie finished.
âEven with all the teasing you add in.â Chuckled Jonathan.
Steve found a bit of the comfort he was searching for.
He cleared his throat. âUm okâ soââ
âNot done.â Demanded Nancy.
Steve shut up.
âWeâre sorry that we made fun of your interests and maybe made you feel like you couldnât share your thoughts and feelings with us in fear of getting ridiculed.â
And good God if that wasnât right on the money.
Steve swallowed against the tears that threatened to mist over his vision.
He laughed quietly instead. And maybe he looked like he was going insane but Jesus Christâ he couldnât take this right now. He was not expecting a fucking apology after an hour of playing basketball.
What the fuck has his life turned into?
âOkâ done now?â he asked. And when nobody spoke up against him he continued.
âSo umâ thanks? For the apology? I guessâ I guess I just donât understand. Why are you guys apologizing when you didnât do anything wrong?â
That got him a chorus of groans that made him curl into himself more. He hung his head and pinched his bottom lip between his thumb and pointer, a nervous habit heâd developed in middle school.
âSteve.â Robin gently said. âWe have every reason to apologize and fucking grovel.â
Steve wasnât given a single moment to protest.
âSweetheart, what did you do yesterday when I was talking about my campaign?â
Steve looked at Eddie funny. âDude I donât knowâ I think you started talking about it while I was cooking?â
Eddie nodded. âAnd then you told me to hold on while you put the lasagna in the oven so you could give me your full attention.â
Steve blinked dumbly, not quite getting it.
âThatâs the bare minimum, Ed. You were talking about something you really liked so I made sure you knew I was listening.â
And oh wow. It just dawned on him.
âExactly, honey. None of usâ except Argyle, apparentlyâ have been giving you the attention you deserve even though you give us yours no matter what.â
âSteve you listened to me drone about types of cameras and film last week for three hours and didnât complain once. I know for a fact that shit was boring to listen to because Iâve been told so by both Will and El numerous times.â
Steve stared at Jonathan.
âOk, sure. But I donât seeâ I donât getâ I donât care that you guys donât listen to me. Sports are complicated and yeah sure it kind of hurts when you scoff as if it doesnât mean shitââ
Eddieâs grip tightened considerably.
ââbut itâ I get it. You guys arenât obligated to listen to my shit. I listen to you guys because I want to. Because I like hearing you talk about things youâre passionate about. Like Nancy and that new article for the school paper about the different recipe for the meatloaf that makes it taste like dirt, apparently. Or how Polaroid cameras actually date all the way back to likeâ 1948. Orââ
âBut thatâs the thing, Steve.â Nancy cut him off. âYou listen to these things and remember them because you want to. Because youâre a good friend and good friends listen. Weââ he waved her hand around to all of them ââhave not been good friends.â
Steve swallowed around the lump in his throat while Nancy continued.
âThe fact that you remember my exact words of calling the meatloaf dirt just proves that. Because we had that conversation, what? A month ago?â
âThree weeks ago.â Me mumbled uselessly.
Nancy sighed.
Robin sat up and took Steveâs face in her hands. âStevie. We love you. So let us.â
And just like that, Steve was engulfed in a giant group hug.
He didnât realize how much itâd affected him before now. How being scoffed at and made fun ofâ even if it was playfulâ hurt him so much that heâd just stopped talking about things.
When they pulled away Eddie kissed his forehead and Robin kissed his cheek. Steve giggled at the sudden affection.
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Bonus:
The very next day, Steve saw the change.
Saw the change in how Eddie made sure to ask him about what he was cooking and then let Steve explain the process of a breakfast casserole. How Eddie simply smiled and even engaged with questions as if he was really interested. And maybe Steve didnât completely believe he was interested, but that was ok. Heâd come to his senses eventually.
Then at work Robin made a point to let him choose what they put on the TV for the day and didnât even complain when he chose the Breakfast Club.
He was scared that they change would last no more than a week. That after some time theyâd all go right back to how it was before.
But then a week passed. And two. And three. And then months weâre going by where Steve was allowed to rant and talk and argue about things like cooking and baking and basketball and soccer and volleyball and so much more because they would listen.
And then a year passed and it was April and it was his birthday and when he was surrounded by everyoneâ the kids, the older teens, even the adultsâ he opened a present and looked down at the book in his lap.
âForever Amberâ.
Steve will never admit to the tears that he cried that day.
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Probably gonna do something like this with Lucas and the kids cause I love Lucas â¤ď¸
Hereâs that lol:
#stranger things#steve harrington#eddie munson#robin buckley#nancy wheeler#jonathan byers#argyle#lucas sinclair#steve gets his appreciation#steve harrington whump#steve has his own interests#his world doesnât revolve around everyone else#let him be happy#and silly#steddie#hurt/comfort#but not really#cause Iâm shit at angst#lucas and steve having a bro bond over sports and doing the weird side hug things#bro bond#cause Iâm kind of obsessed
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recovering whumpees with:
a black eye and accompanying bruise that covers nearly half their face.
a split lip that keeps reopening and is impossible to keep bandaged.
a lacerated eyebrow, drawing attention to the wound with every slight change of facial expression.
a distinctive limp that has gotten so bad that co-workers or family members have started to tease them for it, because they don't know the true source of the original injury.
a chronic flinch when someone near them moves into their space unexpectedly or too quickly.
deep purple bruises on their back, from being hit repeatedly with the same blunt object on the same spot.
choke-marks and fingerprint shaped bruises around their neck that they try to hide under a scarf or high-neck sweater.
a broken bone that can't be kept in a sling or cast, which they unconsciously cradle when they think no one is watching them.
dizzy spells that rise up and cloud their vision because they still can't bring themself to eat normal meals after what happened.
nightmares of being trapped in the moment where everything went so horribly wrong, and daydreams of going back to that moment and being the perpetrator instead of the victim.
#whump#hurt/comfort#wounds#injuries#I love the post-whumping recovery period where things are visually Not Right#no matter what kind of stoic or calm or unaffected face whumpee tries to paper over it with#love a whumpee who is trying to work through the pain too#literally just filling all their hours with work so that they won't have to think about what happened to them#and it's quite obvious to everyone that they need to go home and rest for a week or better yet go on a tropical vacation for a month#but whumpee refuses to ease off the gas pedal because the only thing between them and a complete nervous breakdown is the huge pile of Work#whump prompts
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